I dreamed about Marilyn. It started off the way the other dreams had. Marilyn was in my room. We were talking, then we were kissing. Suddenly our clothes just vanished. I admired Marilyn's sculpted body then let my eyes drift slowly down to what I knew was waiting for me, but when I looked between Marilyn's legs the skin was a smooth and featureless as a naked Barbie doll. I jumped up and saw myself in the mirror. I was just as blank as Marilyn.

"Sorry, Tuni," Marilyn said, "I just ...